[She senses what he's doing. The shirt rises further up, past her stomach and towards her breasts and she nearly does panic. Grips on to his shirt so tightly that her nails nearly pierce the fabric.
But she lets go. And she moves her arms so that her own t-shirt slips off to reveal a basic black bra underneath. But she doesn't move much more. Just looks up at him with fright and embarrassment in her eyes, terrified that he won't like what he sees.]
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But she lets go. And she moves her arms so that her own t-shirt slips off to reveal a basic black bra underneath. But she doesn't move much more. Just looks up at him with fright and embarrassment in her eyes, terrified that he won't like what he sees.]